Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Glee
AN: Texts in italics are from Kurtand texts in bold are from Blaine
So so sorry it took me a few days to put this up! I just couldn't think of where to go with this chapter, but ive got the next few chapters already planned out so I should be able to get those up fairly quickly(: So right now Kurt is at about 6 weeks. Sorry about the time jump but I wanted the story to be somewhat accurate. Anyway, ill shut up now and let you read. Enjoy!
P.S. : Reviews = love!
"Dad, seriously; I'm fine!" Kurt struggled to convince his dad how he really didn't need to go to the doctor's office.
Burt stared him down with narrowing eyes, "Kurt, you've practically spent the past week and a half in the bathroom sitting next to the toilet," He argued.
Defeated, Kurt rolled his eyes before giving in with a, "fine."
"Glad you see it my way," Burt gloated with a smirk forming on his lips.
He glanced at the clock on the oven; there was only half an hour till Kurt had to officially be at school and at least another hour or two before Burt had to head for work.
"Well, we get go ahead and head out; I'll just go ahead and drop you off at school afterwards, it shouldn't take too terribly long.
Kurt opened the passenger door of his dad's truck once they had pulled into the parking lot of the doctor's office. He had an uneasy feeling in his lower abdomen, a shooting pain, but decided to ignore it until the exam started. The two then made their way to the front door to the office. Kurt walked side by side with his dad as they made the long haul across the parking lot, it made him feel safer, like there was no reason to worry. Kurt stepped inside the small space of the waiting room as the odd smell blew onto his face. There was only one other person in the room besides the two of them. Kurt strolled over to take a seat while his dad checked him in.
Kurt pulled out his phone, his fingers grazing the buttons as he searched the contact list for Blaine's name. Just before Kurt could press the SEND button, he received a message. Saving his previous message, he went back to check the new message; it was Blaine Damn, that boy was good.
B: Hey kurt(: hows the doctors visit going?
K: It hasn't started yet, ill text you how it goes after it. So…um yeah. Are you psychic or something? Seriously.
B: Lol what do you mean?
K: well… I mean that about… a second before you texted me. I was about to text you!
B: I'm just that good (;
K: you bet you are hehe ;D
"Hummel?" Kurt looked up from his phone, hearing the nurse chime in and before making his way to greet her; he replied a quick message to Blaine, jamming his phone in his back pocket after doing so.
K: hey sorry I gotta go. Ill text you afterwards 3
Kurt stepped onto the small scale as the nurse weighed him, taking notes down on a chart after each procedure.
"Okay, just follow me back here and we can continue the examination." Kurt and his father trailed behind the shorter, blonde woman.
Once entering the small fluorescent, which the nurse had led them into, Kurt wandered over and sat on the bed, the tissue paper crinkling as he adjusted his seating. A cold chill ran over him after the nurse pulled back, undoing the blood pressure cuff which she had put around her wrist.
"The doctor will be with you momentarily," she said with a smile, exiting the room.
While waiting for the doctor, Kurt and Burt didn't speak, only softly smiling at each other. Kurt watched the door knob, waiting for a sign that the doctor hadn't forgotten about them. After glancing away momentarily, Kurt could hear the click of the door opening. In walked a tall, lean woman, probably in her early 30's, with light brown hair and wearing fuchsia lipstick.
"Mr. Hummel," she smiled brightly as she spoke, "how are you today?"
"Fine, I suppose," Kurt's face didn't change.
"Good, good," she shimmied out a packet of papers from the folder in her left hand, placing them upon her own clipboard, and studying them before she said another word.
"So Kurt, how are you feeling?" She took a seat on the small stool next to the bed, setting her folded hands in her lap.
"I've been throwing up a lot for about a week and a half now, usually in the mornings or a little later in the evening; and also, I've been feeling really tired throughout the whole day."
"Kurt if I had to, id say you were pregnant," Dr. Heayth ended her awkward statement with a chuckle; which slowly faded away as the two of them caught a glimpse of the horrified expression on Burt's face.
"Dad, what is it? What's wrong?" Kurt shuffled over to stand next to his father, grabbing his hand.
"Oh, god, I don't know, I'm sorry Kurt, so sorry." He hung his head, staring at his shoes, as if about to cry; although Kurt knew he never would, he was too proud.
Kurt began to plead, "Dad, please, what are you talking about?"
Burt pointed to the bed where Kurt had originally sat. "Kurt, sit down, please."
"You've heard the stories of where men have actually been able to carry a baby, and the chances of a man being able to do so, correct?
"Um, yeah, but it's a very, very slim chance…., " Kurt's eyes widened.
"Yeah, well, you have always been one to beat the odds," A look of complete shock overtook Kurt's face.
"When you were born, there were some stories on the news about a couple of men in the UK who had become pregnant and they were saying that after the stories had aired, there had been quite a few people getting tested to check if they had the gene." He took a deep breath before continuing.
"So, a few days after you were born, your mother brought up that she would like for you to get tested for the gene. Honestly, I really didn't want to but your mother, being the persistent and caring person she is, pushed that we go take you."
"And, we took you and they told us you, in fact, did. Your mom always wanted to tell you, but didn't want to, I didn't want you to make you feel different or weird or like you couldn't be just like every other boy. And when you told me you were gay, I still didn't tell you because I figured you already felt different enough, that I didn't want to add to it."
Kurt watched as a stray tear ran down the side of his father's face before he reached over to grab his hand in his. All of Kurt's life, his dad had made him feel safe and loved. After his mom died, when he told him he was gay. His dad was always there for him. Burt had comforted Kurt and tried to be the strong one in any situation, and now it was time for Kurt to return the favor.
"Dad, look at me; it's okay, I understand why you didn't tell me, and although I think you should've, it's going to be okay, I love you daddy."
The two then shared a tight hug with one another, breaking apart as Dr. Heayth strolled back into the room, even though neither of them had even noticed him leave.
Trailing behind her was what looked to be an ultrasound machine.
"I figured we should just go ahead and settle this if that's okay with the two of you." She softly chuckled, looking between the two of them until they both nodded simultaneously. The three gently smiled at each other.
She pulled the cart next to the bed, and then adjusted the back of the bed so Kurt could slightly sit up.
"Okay Kurt" she began, "if you could just lay down on the bed for me."
Kurt couldn't help but feel very nervous as he strolled over to and climbed onto the bed, but he also felt a little excited; to see whether or not he was actually pregnant, and that his father had finally told him.
"If you could lift up your shirt for me" Kurt obeyed, looking at her as if for reassurance, "this is gonna be a little cold.
Kurt winced as she slid the device around on his stomach with her right and reaching to turn on the monitor with her left.
The sound of a tiny heartbeat filled the room, echoing. No one dared to say a single word for at least a good 2 or 3 minutes.
Kurt parted his lips to speak, only to quietly laugh before saying, "dad, I'm pregnant."